(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

One Lives Never To Forget

By a bit of tart tongue,
From a street wisened dialect.
One can spit out,
Without thought of it!

Distinguished by features of vocabulary...
Unsuspecting to come from one,
With a degree of intellect perceived.
Believe it or not,
A heating lived between bricks...
And years spent baking in a project tenement,
Should not amaze.

How the affects of aging with memories,
Can deliver a quickened awakening,
To the depths of a reality that has been brewed...
By such an experience one lives never to forget,
With such a vivid consciousness of it!

'At times your mind represents,
The best of suburbia.'

~Don't let my adventured life,
Masquerade 'your' trips.~

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